Fantasy, Poetry, fiction
Posted on 21 February, 2019
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They talked. The strangest group there ever was of four creatures of childlike stature. Their eyes wide on the man that sat across to them. Well, in reality, it was he who talked and they listened. He were their patron, showering them with words…
Category: FantasyTags: amwriting, flash fiction, goblins, magic, short story
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Bones are that which keeps you here
Turn to dust and your soul will yield
Forgive this old fool
For the mistakes he’ve made
Leave me be and let the past fade
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